Living with a mood disorder has been the hardest "obstacle" in my life; I say obstacle because that is exactly what it is. My disorder blocks my way and prevents me from making progress within. Throughout my teenage years I always had a gut-wrenching feeling that something was wrong with me, I didn't believe my thoughts were normal and it scared me; my mindset was in shambles and I had no idea how to cope.
I have always admired Jamie Lee Curtis, though I'm no huge fan of the genre that got her started.
This post promises to be a complicated one. We will try to balance the pros and cons of social media, a controversial topic at the very least. However, social media plays such a big role in our lives today, that its effects on our mental (and physical) health should not be overlooked. But are there any effects, and if so are they good or bad? Answering these questions is not going to be easy since there's probably no clear effect. We are all different, and the effects social media has on us may vary depending on our personality and the time we spend on it. But, well, there's no shame in trying.
The next decade of humanity will be defined by three mental conditions: Stress, anxiety and depression. This triad will take more lives in the next ten years than the first and second World Wars together and I was very close to be part of that statistic.
Hi, I’m Jackie and I'm a recovering addict. The photo is of my family at exactly the time I was introduced to Methamphetamine. I've never thought back to the beginning of it all and gone through my journey step-by-step; so I am inviting you to come on this ridiculous ride with me. The good, bad, and down right ugly of it all.
"Okay. Today's going to be a good day. You're going to be strong. You’re not going to eat," I tell myself as I stand in front of the mirror in my underwear. I turn left. I turn right. I twist my knees in to make my thighs look farther apart. I count my ribs, wishing I could see them all outlined against my skin without having to suck in my gut. I grab my upper arm, measuring how far around my hand can clasp.
In the first installment of our Vocal article series in which we share stories of hope from members of the Atlanta addiction recovery community, Randy M. shares his personal battle with opiate addiction.
When people imagine postpartum depression, they automatically think of all the horror stories such as mothers murdering, abusing, or neglecting their children. There’s a stereotype around postpartum depression. Women who suffer from this are afraid to speak out for fear they’ll be labeled mentally ill or be accused of hurting or mistreating their child—when that’s not the case at all. In fact, 40% of moms do not get help for their PPD. I’m here to share my story with you, and shed some light on this matter and show that PPD is very real, very scary, and doesn’t make me—or anyone suffering—a bad person.
Everyone says it, “Oh, I’ll have a “treat yo’self day” or “I’m going to practice self-care and buy myself this…” That is always our justification to spend large amounts of money at Target or Lush. I literally walked out of Lush with three bath bombs and minus 50 dollars in my bank account... smh. These stores are literally making millions for overcharging “self-love items,” while the rest of us go broke!
